Supremely Gay Horny Man

"Guess she got sick of us and decided to dive to the bottom."

"Heh heh. Oh, or maybe the guardian got her!"

"Hahaha! Yeah, I bet it AH-" Torchic disappears under the water.

I chuckle at Mudkip's prank, waiting for her to surface with him.

... His water wings float to the surface.

Through the dark of night, I can see a silhouette beneath me. It's too big to be Mudkip.

I swim toward the shore, kicking my legs and paddling my tail! The shadow in the water swims ahead of me, and I turn to avoid it. I zig-zag across the water, trying desperately to stay away from that thing; I don't know what it wants, and I don't want to find out! I can only hope that my sluggish dodging is making it harder for it to target me. Dang it, why did we swim so far out? Why did I wear myself out treading water!? Why didn't I notice when Mudkip went under!? WHY DID WE COME HERE AT NIGHT!?!

Gasping for breath, I near the shore. I don't see the shadow in front of me; is it right behind me? I keep kicking, keep paddling, keep swimming-

*SPLASH!!* Something crashes into me from below and throws me into the air! Flipping and spinning and screaming, I eventually find myself staring down at the open maw of a Wartortle. The legendary guardian of Turtle Lake. I start falling towards it, and,

*SNAP!* Its jaws close around me, trapping my whole body in its mouth. The splash outside is muffled as it lands back in the water. Its tongue, as big as I am, licks up my body, tasting me like a meal and... slows down when it reaches my head. It gives gentle, short licks on my face, like it's being careful not to smother me. It rests its tongue over my body like a blanket, holding it there until I stop shaking.

The tip of the tongue pats me on the head. Then, it scoops me up. The world shifts as the Wartortle tilts its head, sending me sliding down its throat. It's tight, the undulations squeezing me down, inch by inch. I squirm nervously, but I can barely move; I'm utterly helpless against the Wartortle's body, nothing but a snack for it. Squeezed down, squeezed down, toward it's stomach...

My foot finally escapes the pressing squeeze of the throat, and hits something hard.

"Ow, hey, rude!"

"Torchic!?"

"Jeez," Mudkip's voice says below me, "I don't think this place has room for three..."

I go from being squished inside the throat to being squished between my friends, packed tight as sardines in the Wartortle's stomach. We all shift around to get a bit more comfortable, but there's no escaping the fact that we're squashed together. And speaking of escaping... "So, um. How are we getting out of here? I uh. Don't want to die."

"Chill Treecko," Torchic says, "we're not dying. Probably. Mudkip said so."

"Yeah. Wartortle have sharp teeth for catching and chewing prey, but it didn't bite us, that means it doesn't mean us harm!"

The stomach walls contract, squeezing us tighter for a moment. "A-are you sure??"

"Positive. It's a regular thing for water-types. It's just trying to keep us safe for the night! We'll be let out in the morning."

Something presses against us from outside, making a circular motion; the Wartortle is rubbing its belly. It's gentle. Soothing, even. The way it chased me through the water, letting me get away even though it was faster. Maybe it wasn't hunting me, but playing with me? Copying how we played water tag? "... Okay... Okay." I let out a breath, relaxing into the mandatory cuddle-pile. "... Wait, why is it 'protecting' us though?"

"Hey yeah," Torchic says. "You said it's a regular thing. Why do water-types eat each other normally?"

"Well, usually it's to protect their young. So I guess it saw us trespassing as a bunch of kids being reckless."

Torchic sighs. "Freakin' amphibian assumptions..."

"Actually Wartortle are reptiles," Mudkip corrects.